I shan't let thee rule,
No reason lies beyond thine crown,
Fury o' mine ye hath conjured,

Till yield of thee I shan't be stopped,
Spitting image of grace and beauty,
I asketh of ye, let me desecrate thee,

Smiles uncaring, icy grip of death,
Powers clash in fierce battle agony,


Breaking the rules,
And not mistakenly,
As strong will clashes,

Innocence flies away,

Engaging in a course,

Of infamy,
A still shade of white,
Glows the old lady.






The construct of our coexistence,
relies on preserving some consistence


Sister, ye hath shamed us with treason
I condemn ye to exile for explicit reason


Ye be a void of darkness
False conviction cloud thine mind

A harmonic and benevolent world,
turned in bloodshed and fierce battle agony


Breaking the rules,
And not mistakenly,
As strong will clashes,

Innocence flies away,

Engaging in a course,

Of infamy,
A still shade of white,
Glows the old lady.


We stand defeated on this lonely island
So many friends on the moon for me


The stars the say; that in thousand years
I'll escapeth for my revenge on thee